Mannered writing. A writing that has retreated into itself, that has become overly idiomatic. A poem turned away from its readers, looking into itself. A poem sealed like a pebble, and that does not ask for attention. That says: disregard me, or, I am a stone among other stones. A poem that, thing-like, seals itself from meaning, from interpretation has become the least important thing of all. That says, in its closedness: I am a thing. That says nothing.
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